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It was Saturday night, and I was alone, driving to my group's meeting. I got there, looked up, and there were no lights in the window--on the long, hot summer weekends, sometimes nobody showed up. My gloom deepened, as I asked God, "Don't they know how hard the weekends are?" And then I realized: I should be up there, making coffee, and keeping the lights on for others, instead of sitting here feeling sorry for myself. That was the beginning of AA service for me.